Call for amazed thoughts, a wounded sense 
And bleeding Hearts at our Intelligence. 
Call for that Trump of Death the Mandrakes Groan 
Which kills the Hearers: This befits alone 
Our Story which through times vast Kalendar 
Must stand without Example or Repair. 
What spowts of melting Clowds what endless springs 
Powr'd in the Oceans lapp for offerings 
Shall feed the hungry torrent of our grief 
Too mighty for expression or belief? 
Though all those moistures which the brain attracts 
Ran from our eyes like gushing Cataracts, 
Or our sad accents could out-tongue the Cryes 
Which did from mournful Hadadrimmon rise 
Since that remembrance of Josiah slain 
In our King's murther is reviv'd again. 
O pardon me that but from Holy Writ 
Our losse allowes no Parallel to it: 
Nor call it bold presumption that I dare 
Charles with the best of Judah's Kings compare: 
The vertues of whose life did I prefer 
The Text acquits me for no Flatterer. 
For He like David perfect in his trust, 
Was never stayn'd like Him, with Blood or Lust. 
One who with Solomon in Judgement try'd, 
Was quick to comprehend, Wise to decide, 
(That even his Judges stood amaz'd to hear 
A more transcendent Moover in their Sphear) 
Though more Religious: for when doting Love 
A while made Solomon Apostate proove 
Charles nev'r endur'd the Truth which he profest 
To be unfixt by Bosome interest. 
Bold as Jehosaphat, yet forc'd to Fight, 
And for his own, no unconcerned Right. 
Should I recount His constant time of Pray'r 
Each rising Morn and Ev'ning Regular 
You'ld say his practice preach'd They ought not Eat 
Who by devotion first not earn'd their Meat. 
Thus Hezekiah He exceeds in Zeal, 
Though not (like him) So facile to reveal 
The Treasures of Gods House, or His own Heart 
To be supplanted by some forcin art. 
And that he might in fame with Joash share 
When he the ruin'd Temple did repair, 
His cost on Paules late ragged Fabrick spent 
Must (if no other) be His Monument. 
From this Survey the Kingdom may conclude 
His Merits, and her Losses Magnitude. 
Nor think he flatters or blasphemes, who tells 
That Charls exceeds Judea's Parallels, 
In whom all Vertues we concentred see
Which 'mongst the best of them divided be. 
O weak built Glories! which those Tempests feel 
To force you from your firmest bases reel, 
What from the stroaks of Chance shall you secure, 
When Rocks of Innocence are so unsure? 
When the World's only mirror slaughter'd lies, 
Envies and Treasons bleeding sacrifize? 
As if His stock of Goodnesse could become 
No Kalendar, but that of Martyrdom. 
See now ye cursed Mountebanks of State, 
Who have Eight years for Reformation sate; 
You who dire Alva's Counsels did transfer
To Act his Scenes on England's Theater; 
You who did pawn your Selves in Publick Faith 
To slave the Kingdome by your Pride and Wrath; 
Call the whole World to witnesse now, how just, 
How well you are responsive to your trust, 
How to your King the promise you perform, 
With Fasts, and Sermons, and long Prayers sworn, 
That you intended Peace and Truth to bring 
To make your Charls Europes most Glorious King. 
Did you for this Lift up your Hands on high, 
To Kill the King, and pluck down Monarchy? 
These are the Fruits by your vvild Faction sown, 
Which not Imputed are, but Born your own. 
For though you wisely seem to wash your Hands, 
The Guilt on every Vote and Order stands. 
So that convinc'd from all you did before, 
Justice must lay the Murther at your Door. 
Mark if the Body does not Bleed anew, 
In any Circumstance approach'd by You, 
From whose each motion we might plain descry 
The black Ostents of this late Tragedy. 
For when the King through Storms in Scotland bred 
To his Great Councel for his shelter fled, 
When in that meeting every Error gain'd 
Redresses sooner granted, than Complain'd: 
Not all those frank Concessions or Amends 
Did suit the then too Powerfull Faction's ends, 
No Acts of Grace at present would Content, 
Nor Promise of Triennial Parl'ament, 
Till by a formal Law the King had past 
This Session should at Your pleasure last. 
So having got the Bitt, and that 'twas known 
No power could dissolve You but Your own, 
Your gracelesse Junto make such use of this, 
As once was practis'd by Semiramis; 
Who striving by a subtile Sute to prove 
The largenesse of her Husbands Trust and Love, 
Did from the much abused King obtain 
That for three dayes She might sole Empresse reign: 
Before which time expir'd, the bloody Wife 
Depriv'd her Lord both of his Crown and Life. 
There needs no Comment when your deeds apply 
The Demonstration of her Treachery. 
Which to effect by Absolon's foul wile 
You of the Peoples Heart y